In The Mist of Wrath

Dark sedition embrace the thread of
Twisted barbs fallen from grace
Emulous gale of yore roar for black tumulus
Of pest.

...and behold a velvet a night glean the crop
Of a beatiful darkness...and how the
Orchreous thorn of sorrow deify my breath at a rusty threshold of light clawing the
Celestial dreams with pride this is the
Septic blight of my ire. drowned in the dark
Spring of my cry...but the gist of
My garden is the gift of darkness the
Silence of my sadness.

But embrace the wind of my
Redemption and caressed with a quenchless
Thirts, the tears of my darkness, and thus
My dismal flame consoles thee bebeath the
Lowering sky of light.

...underneath sightless storm
Heltzevt sigh for the black goddess...
-crowns her tears-
At the sinful eve with the eiderdown of
The blackened winter.

Beyond the grace of god...drunken angels
Undressed at the pale reflection of dawn,
Bless the wrougth passion with virginal
Incest.

...pernicious evil crawl in stealth to me
Ominous wind...
Disdainful laughs...
In the silent mourn...
Midst dreams entwined...
In the abyss of fire...
The cenotaph...
Of endless shadows...
Bewail the darknight...
Of pure wrath...
I crave for thy flame and the arts sown in
Thee..